A PARTING GIFT FOR MY FATHER
It was my final gift to my father, my parting gift
to the man who said aloud, in the earshot
of all who could hear him, that I was
a piss-ant, a coward--that by trying
to kill another child to validate his name
and realize his memory
I could salvage my reputation
for the dead man who would never know
the offering I made to him.
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Ken Wolman
http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com
http://opensalon.com/blog/kenneth_wolman
http://wearethecure.org/friends/cids-memory-p-394.html
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